Summary:The Aogiri kids share an enjoyable afternoon playing with Touka and Kaneki at the park, until one of the kids decides to give them a punishment.
Rating: Cute, fluffy! |Words: 2,612 words | If you like it, please reblog! ♥
A/N: what a shitty title oh my godhello everyone! I made a post asking to vote three touken prompts that I was planning to write this week. Surprisingly, the aogiri+touken kids was the winner! so here it is. It’s a bit short, I was planning to write it as a headcanon instead but it turned out to be a bit longer, I was running out of ideas and I’m not sure if this is good enough, but it was fun to write anyway.
thank you all for voting the fic and don’t worry if the one you wanted didn’t win, i will be writing those very soon! excuse any grammar mistakes&enjoy! <3
“You have to hug Onii-chan for ten seconds!”
Kaneki coughs, touching the back of his head.
One of the boys drags the girl by the arm, trying to stop her.
“I told you this was a bad id—”
“You have to hug!” she ignores her friend and walks towards Touka, pushing her from the back against Kaneki.
Eek okay, first Avatar story, first story told with almost an entirely one person cast, first story that deals with some nasty child treatment that made me feel a bit ick writing it. But the thought came to me and it just exploded out over a few days. So here it is, please let me know what you think and how I can improve!
Warnings: Child torture/abuse, mild blood and gore, Zuko is very, very unhappy
“You will learn to firebend, Prince Zuko,” Ozai said with a smile. “Your life depends on it.”
Zuko knew today was going to be a
It started with Father asking them
if they would play a game with him. Father never spent time with them, never
showed any desire to see them unless necessary. Azula saw him more than he did
since Father was currently supervising her firebending training while they
looked for another teacher. She’d run off the last one and the one before that.
Zuko thinks she’s doing it on purpose, because she enjoys hurting people,
because it makes their father proud, maybe both. Since Zuko wasn’t firebending
yet, Father never wants to see him. It seems every time he does, Father spends
all his time glaring at him, as if that would make him any less worthless. Seven
was a little late for someone to start bending but it wasn’t impossible because
he had to be a bender, Father and
Grandfather said so.
Been listening to Jonathan Young’s Metal version of Poor Unfortunate Souls and got inspired to draw this, which was very much needed to push out of my art block. Be expecting more Pitch-creature hybrids.
— PLEASE do not repost/claim credit or steal this image. If reblogging, do
not remove my username and sight source. Thank you so very much!~<3
pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader
summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.
warnings: smut, cheating, lil bit of angst, 1920s slang(??), my portrayal of a 1920s burn, lots of fluff
words: 6660 (im so sorry for so many reasons yall)
a/n: Alternatively titled: Poor Anthony™
hi guys i swear i still write stuff! it’s just been a crazy last month, but I’ve finally finished this part! I’m so sorry it took so long, I feel kinda bad about it, but I hope it was worth the wait!
I figured out the only bright side to burning my arm this past week and treating it at home; firsthand research and experience for TMM! I learned more in 2 days than the 2 weeks I had spent researching the topic.
Thank you to @psychedemigod for keeping me company while I was writing a lot of this and helping out here and there, and thank you to@secretschuylersister for being so supportive and reading it over, leaving much-appreciated commentary.
If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask! I absolutely love to hear feedback from anybody and everybody, I can’t begin to express how much it means to me.
“Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he had moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald
Fade in on the bridge with Scully bathed in white light. Mulder
calls to her from the car, but she doesn’t move. She’s frozen. Agent Miller grabs
her arm: Agent Scully? No response. Suddenly, the white light turns green (call
back to Sveta’s death in My Struggle). Mulder drags himself out of the car, only
to lean back on the door jamb. It’s clear he’s desperate to get to Scully, but
he’s too weak. Agent Miller moves behind Scully and pulls her out of the light.
She snaps out of her trance as Mulder urges her to run. Ignoring him, she goes
to his side, wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him off the car. Mulder
tries to protest, he wants her to leave him, but Scully yells to Miller to help
her. Miller rushes to Mulder’s other side and the three stumble-run away from
the car. The people around are all frozen with their eyes on the ship and when our
trio makes it halfway-ish to land BOOM- the ship blows a hole through the
middle of the bridge (poor Miller’s car).
Run Titles: The X-Files is a show, with music by mark snow.
hey there is a mod called "Shut up, SAM" at NexusMods and it does exactly what the title promises - it removes SAM's environmental messages regarding mining zones and environmental hazards. could you link it here so the word gets out? I can't be the only one who hates his constant comments.
ernst and the terrible horrible no good very bad day
(flowernst!!!!!!!!! also mentioned pirate queens)
Ernst had never had a worse day in his life.
He was currently stuck as a customer yelled at him, when all
he was trying to do was sell flowers. I
mean, come on. It really wasn’t that difficult to understand
– the roses were $1 only if you
bought 12 or more.
And yet, here he was, standing there like an idiot as a customer screamed at him
about how he was charging her $12.50 for her 5 roses. First of all, $1.50 wasn’t even that big of a
difference, and second, who buys 5 roses? Who are you getting these for that you say,
“Oh, you’re special, but not special enough for a full dozen”?